Page 66 of Pitiful Lies

But I can imagine myself holding a beautiful blue-eyed baby and I shiver.

I am so fucked.

It’s a ridiculous thought to have. I mean, I literally left the state because the idea of this man cheating on me was too much to handle. Imagine how I would feel if I was pregnant, and he just left me for someone else?

It’s too much to bear, so I don’t think about it for long.

I feel so confused. Angel is looking at me expectantly, and I want to scream.

Ugh, why is he so sexy first thing in the morning?

I take in his short hair, almost buzzed to his skull, and the fact he is shirtless. The boxer briefs he has on outline his half-hard cock and goddamn, I am ready to drool. Then I get another cramp, and I wince.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Angel whispers.

I close my eyes and bite my lip.

“What can I do for you, Little Doll? Tell me what you need,” he says, and I close my eyes.

Angel is usually a lot, but this is almost too much. I mean, does he really care about me, or is this just him?

Like, is this part of the whole experience of fucking Angel Fury?

It’s petty, and I am not proud of those thoughts. But I don’t stop having them. And I don’t think I am mature enough to deal with my apparent jealousy.

He’s so damn cute when he looks at me all confused and concerned.

So sexy.

He is really too good sometimes. But I think we should address the elephant in the room. The one I just brought up by blurting the fact I’m not pregnant.

“Oh, um, I think I have what I need in my suitcase,” I finally answer him, and I slide my butt down, so I am sitting on the cool tile.

“But there is something I think we need to discuss, that is,” I trail off.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me, Little Doll.”

And just like that, I’m undone.

CHAPTER NINETEEN-GISELLE

“Okay,” I say, and bite my lip as he joins me on the floor of the ridiculously large bathroom.

“It’s just, I know we haven't talked about it, but maybe we should,” I hedge and again I feel like a moron.

Safe sex is not something anyone should take for granted. I should have had this discussion before I ever touched him. And I am not proud I haven’t.

“Talked about what?”

Oh my God.

I can’t believe I am going to say this. But whatever. I’m an adult and if I am going to have sex with a man, I should be able to talk about it, right?

Just fucking spit it out, Sisi.

That’s what he said.

Shut up, I tell my inner asshole voice.

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